LAST CHAPTER ALARM!

This is the last chapter of the A Well Hidden Secret - Diology (^^). I'm sorry but this chapter of my Alex Rider's stories has to end. Maybe I'm going to write more in the future. Depends on how you like it. And I don't know how you like it if you don't leave any comments. So I appreciate all reviews!

Chapter 4

It was a dark night when Alex and his sister entered the pub downtown. He had needed some time to try out but now he felt nearly safe on a motorbike, even a bit when his sister was behind him.

Now, they were staring into the dark room where nearly all tables were full so they sat down at the bar. There were already some bikers shouting as they saw the girl in her hot tight black leather suit and Alex decided to just ignore them.

"What can I bring you?" the barkeeper asked nicely as he obviously stared at her boobies.

"Two Pils," he said in nearly fluent German.

He nodded and started to draw the beer. It didn't take long until a muscular and fat man in typical biker dressing sat down next to Alexa and smiled at her.

"New in town?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, just moved here. Wanted to go before it went too risky."

"Where've you been before?"

"We both grew up in Oberhausen, didn't only make friends there," Alex said.

The biker smiled. "You…together?"

"No," she laughed. "We…just best friends," she said and scooted over to Alex.

"I'm Daniel," the biker said and smiled at them.

"I'm Simon, that's Alex," Alex said.

"So…what did you do in Oberhausen which didn't only brought you friends?"

"Some stuff…funny thing is that police were the guys we've yet had less problems with," she answered.

Alex wondered how she had learnt to lie and flirt with guys so easily but after what he'd read about her and what Mrs. Jones had told him, he wasn't anymore surprised.

"Drugs?" Daniel asked.

Both nodded.

"That's cool. Hey, I'd like you to meet some of my friends," he decided and they all three walked over to another table where some pretty muscular and scary guys were sitting, the sort of guys you didn't want to meet at night on a lonely street.

He introduced the two new men and they sat down. They both told their cover story and although they were youngest, they were accepted, perhaps because Alexa really looked hot in her leather suit, Alex had to admit that.

However, his sister made fast contact and he tried to cope with it as well, he was youngest of all of them and they thought, he'd never guessed being one of them if he got caught. That may be an advantage, they decided and Alex drove with them to another plays.

It was obviously a clubhouse and they led them into a dark cellar. He felt nervous without his killer-sister on his side but he was quite glad that she couldn't watch him all the time now.


It was late in the night when Alex drove to their new home. He had been talking with some crazy guys all night and some of them had been really extreme.

He was far too young and too small to be one of them but they said he could help them delivering the drugs. He wasn't surprised when he found their flat empty as his sister had stayed at the pub with some other guys.

Now that he was alone, he realized how tired and stoned he really was. He fell into bed and even dozed off with full clothes on. He woke up the next day when he heard the door unlocking.

He sat straight up but then realized that it was his sister. "How late is it?" he asked when he stood up and nearly fell backward due to his headache.

"Half past six," she answered and threw her boots away.

"You look horrible," he mentioned.

Her eyes were glassy and it seemed like dry tears were shimmering on her cheeks.

Her hair was untidy and even more curly than he had ever seen. He wasn't sure but it looked a bit like she had been in a little fight and some parts around her eyes looked slightly violet-blue.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes," she answered without any hint on how she felt or what happened. "I'm gonna have a shower. Then we have to do some shopping. How did it work out at yours?"

"They offered us a job as drug deliverers. What exactly are we now planning?"

"Do some time what they want us to. Then kill the Bandidos and the Hell Angel's bosses. That will both bring them into chaos and Casey's guys can take over. But this won't affect us anymore."

He nodded and watched her gathering some clothes and disappearing into the bathroom. When he was sure that she was showering, he tiptoed over to her bag and had a look inside.

There were mostly clothes, a few books which he indicated as psycho or crime thrillers, an MP3-Player, a notebook with some drawings he hadn't seen before.

He flipped through it, it showed pencil outlines, most of them dark and shadow places, high and scary buildings.

He wondered if these were real places she had seen or if this was some kind of her imagination. But he had to be fast, the shower had stopped. He put the notebook back and finally found her cell phone.

He disabled key lock and prayed for that there was no password.

But he was lucky. He opened the list of the last calls and messages. The last few calls had been from Casey or Jeffrey, he scrolled down and read a few other first names, but none of them were complete.

He heard the hair dryer and begged that she'd take her time. He read the last text messages that she had get.

The last ones from Casey asking what they were doing and that he missed having her in his bed. Alex still found it disgusting that she had sex with him, he was sure over fifty, and he remembered that MI6-agent Marc she had killed and slept with who had been exactly seventy.

He went through the SMS, realizing that she also had a relationship with Jeffrey and obviously some other guys who she had met from time to time. Then he went through the messages she had sent until he noticed that the one from yesterday night, before they had started going to the pub, the receiver had a cell with British pre-selection.

He opened the text message: "We r in Ger. AR with me. Wait and observe. Don't tell yet. I want to."

Alex raised an eyebrow. For him this didn't make much sense.

Well, he was 'AR' but who should wait?

And whom did Alexa tell what?

He didn't have time to much think about this because he didn't hear the hair dryer anymore. He put the cell back immediately and jumped into bed. She appeared in the room two seconds later and looked at her brother.

"You wanna have a shower, too?" she asked and went to the kitchen to find out what they needed to buy.

Twenty minutes later they sat in the underground train to go to downtown. It was late morning and many people were using the trains in the big city.

"Are you going to tell me what you did last night?" he whispered.

"If I still knew…"

"Don't think I'm a fool, you're too smart to get a blackout."

"I met a few guys and we had fun."

"Did they have fun or you did? You're eyes still a bit swollen and blue-"

"It's okay, Alex. I understand what you wanna say," she said shortly and made clear that he shouldn't ask any further.

Although he knew he had to be careful, it looked like the evil killer-bitch wasn't such a tough woman at all. He couldn't believe his sister had feelings but also was kind of glad that she didn't disappoint him so much regarding humanity.

She was just a girl.

At least, that was what he had hoped all the time and still did.

The underground train was leaving the ground and they saw the daylight again. Alex still was fascinated by the city, he had once visited Berlin, Germany's capital, with his uncle Ian but it had been quite a while ago and he didn't remember that well.

"And, what's your impression?" his sister whispered.

"I was in Berlin once with my uncle…our uncle. It was much more modern, I think, but this might be because it is so long ago."

"It isn't. The East is getting all the money of the tax-payers of the West."

"Why that?"

"You ever paid attention to history lesson?"

"You didn't have one."

She sighed on that response. "But I'm interested in every evil business once going on in the world. I need role models…After World War II Germany was divided into West, France, Britain and USA, and East, Russia.

A wall was built between those two states, Federal State Germany in the West and DDR in the East."

"I remember," Alex admitted but didn't get the point.

"Berlin was also divided into West and East."

"But they already were in the East zone?"

"Yes. However, a wall was built right after the end of the war and the wall in Berlin was built 1961. After the Fall of the Wall 1989, one year later Germany was reunited again. Due to the condition of the East, all tax payers are still paying for restoration of the East."

"But that was over twenty years ago? And the East is already looking better than the West."

"I know," Alexa answered shortly with a side-look on Alex.


The next evening Alex met a few other guys who showed him around in the city. The town was really big but he was glad that he was only getting around in some districts.

A guy named Jan walked with him on the first night and together they delivered the drugs to some households. Alex was surprised that the buyers not only were rocker men like he had thought, but normal people, a family father or some teenagers.

"Do teenager really buy that much stuff?" he once asked him.

"What? I thought you had experience already?" Jan paid back but then answered: "Yeah, why not? Good for our business and it's really easy to get alcohol and cigarettes."

That was true. Alex still thought of some towns in Britain where you got immediately arrested when a teenager was seen with alcohol or America where it was forbidden to be carried around.

He soon found out that in Cologne there were even some districts, where police never went. They were too scared and allowed the gangs and rockers to rule. When he had been in Berlin with Ian, he had never noticed that, perhaps because he had been so young or because his uncle hadn't wanted to show him the true face of the country.

But however, there also was usual middle class, where drugs and alcohol were also common and high society, which nobody really cared about. It wasn't at all like America. It wasn't at all like the movies showed or like the real life there was. Even Britain was different.

But within the time, Alex got used to Germany and really improved his German.

Another evening, about three weeks later, Alex and his sister were eating dinner together. Alex didn't surprise anything anymore but she claimed to having learnt cooking from Jeffrey and he hoped to believe her.

"Alex?"

"Hm?"

"Mr. Blunt is coming to Germany."

"Why that?" He was shocked. She said this so simple but did know the meaning.

"I'm going to kill the leaders of the two rockers this evening. Don't ask me any details."

"Which town is Blunt coming?"

"Bonn. Mrs. Jones is accompanying him, of course."

"Of course," he answered and continued silently eating. Bonn was not far away from Cologne.

"I think you should send him a message. Or at least her. She's still crying her head off all night."

"How d'you know?"

"I have my sources."

"Can't you at least one time tell the truth?" Alex shouted. He had enough. Enough of all the mysteries and that nobody ever told him the truth about everything.

"Sit down, Alex," she said quietly and looked into his eyes. No fear, no emotion, nothing. The usual. He sat down and decided to listen. She took something out of her pocked and put it on the table.

"A bullet," he said and took it. Something was graved into the metal. "Welcome to Germany," he read out and looked at her surprised.

"The gun is in the bag in the cupboard. But please don't get caught."

"Shall I…shall I kill…Blunt or Jones?" He was totally confused.

"That's your choice, you could also send them a warning. Tell them you're still alive. Now that our both fingerprints are on it…"

He dropped the bullet immediately and she tried hard not to laugh. She took her plate to wash it. "However you're gonna decide, have good luck," she said when she left to the bathroom to get ready for the night.

Alex was still sitting puzzled in the dining room trying to figure out what to do with the bullet. Somehow, it gave him a kick, reminding Mr. Blunt that he was alive. That he had been able to trick him. That he and his sister are now working together.

And show him, that their loved agent has now become their worst enemy. Their experiment has gone wrong. The labor rat is biting the doctor. He smiled when he picked up the long metal again.

Yes, he would tell them he's back. Although it would be quite a shock.

How glad they must have been, when they're failed experiment has died, he thought. But I didn't. And I'm back.


Mrs. Jones was, like always, sitting aside of Mr. Blunt. She hadn't wanted to attend this meeting but he had forced her to. They were encountering the heads of Special Operations Department from DGSE (France), CNI (Spain), SISDE (Italy), BND, BfV and MAD (Germany).

They stepped out of the black car and, surrounded by a lot of police and security agents, they entered the huge building. They were lead to the large conference room with a glass dome about ten meters high.

Around it was a little corridor and she wondered how you could visit it. However, she was here for business reasons. She sat down at the large, round table and waited until all the others have seated as well.

Shortly before the head came to the front to greet them all, she received a silent SMS from another agent who was currently responsible for their division in London: "Arrested Avery Meany for espionage. Still don't know who he worked for, but his last phone calls were received in Germany. Watch out."

She showed it Mr. Blunt who nodded calmly. Since their 'experiment' has died, and so had his wife, they barely spoke. Only the necessary was done concerning conversation and she wondered, how long she'd be able to endure this.


Alex was surprised how easy it was to pass the security. He wore a police uniform, the typical green trousers and jacket and beige shirt that was used in Germany, the badge and the passport which included a picture that even resembled him somehow.

He had the same feeling like on his first mission again. He was nervous but also excited. He felt the danger of being caught and brought to court but on the other side, he knew that whatever happened, his sister would help him.

He doubted that she let him kill Mrs. Jones so easily and unguarded. On his way here, he could have sworn that he had been followed. However, he pretended not having noticed.

He had entered the building and was right now getting lost in all those corridors. He couldn't ask for help, he put the police hat more in his face so that nobody noticed that he was only seventeen.

He rushed through the doors and finally found a map on the wall, indicating emergency exits. He found himself directly under the gladsome. He looked down and smiled. Such an important meeting and so lousy secured. He put down the bag and built together the parts of the gun.

It was a Kate, a M47-A3. During his training at Brecon Beacons he had learned shooting with that typical sniper's gun. He wasn't surprised that his sister had one but he was surprised by the task she had left him.

He loaded it with three shots. The last one with the engraved bullet that would welcome them in Germany. He breathed deeply and tried to find inner peace. Hopeless. He slackened the safety and targeted the people down at the conference table.

One man was standing and talking to the others. Alex recognized him as a French agent, of course, partly due to his strong accent. Alex concentrated and shot. The man fell down immediately.

He didn't have time but loaded the next shot before panic broke out. He targeted the deputy of the French man and shot again. Now, it was panic. The men jumped all up from the tables, police were running into his view.

Then Alex targeted again, but no person: only the part of the table where Mrs. Jones' documents and files were laying. He shot. People were jumping down, screaming "Achtung! Scharfschütze! Bleiben sie in Deckung!"

But nothing more happened. Alex just watched. He cowered down so he wasn't noticed and when he dared to watch the scene again, nobody was looking up. There was still absolute chaos, just Mrs. Jones seemed to be the calm one.

She picked up the bullet which hadn't succeeded going through the wood completely. She regarded it and suddenly…looked up. The views met and she directly looked at him. He saw her mouth drop open and she wasn't able to say anything when Mr. Blunt was screaming at her.

He noticed her glance and followed her eyes. Unbelievable, was the word his lips were forming. And he, too, was staring up to where Alex was standing, watching the complete chaos.

He nodded, dropped the gun to where his police hat was lying and left the corridor under the gladsome. He took the stairs down and without noticing he started to run. 'Don't get caught' had been the words of his sister and he felt the urgent need to obey them once in a life. Suddenly, the alarm went off and everything was ending up in even a greater chaos.

Panic has broken out. People were running out on the streets and Alex was just mixing with the crowd. He ran out of the front doors and away from the building.

He reached the pavement and tried to slow down for not being so eye-catching. Suddenly, a door was holding next to him and the co-driver's door was opening. He went closer and realized that Jeffrey was driving. Alex smiled and stepped in.

He closed the door and Jeffrey was driving toward downtown.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Alex nodded, still speechless.

"Who did you kill?"

"Two French agents. I left Jones and Blunt a message," he informed, then added: "Why are you smiling?"

"Exactly what your sister predicted. You'd use the other two bullets to shoot someone, to proof you have changed, but then don't kill neither Jones nor Blunt so that they still are alive to get the message. And you like this woman too much. She's been too kind to you in the past."

"That's…not true," Alex tried to defend himself but Jeffrey just smiled bigger. He was angry now. His sister had perfectly known how he'd behave. Then why had she made him do that? This was unexplainable for him and he really didn't want to know any more details of his sister's absurd and pervert ideas.

"Where're we driving?"

"To your sister. She's disappointed in you. She had hoped she would guess wrong. Unfortunately, you know her too much." Alex sighed.

Great.

His sister, a cold-blooded, cruel bitch and killer, was disappointed. With her temperament which she always tried to hide, she could easily cut him open like she had pretended a few months ago to guarantee him a new life. And he had failed the chance she had created for him. Now he knew, this must be punished.


He felt awkward when Jeffrey stopped the car. They were in an industrial area again and the place looked somehow abandoned. He knew it was ridiculous to worry but on the other side, a man he didn't really know how many people he had killed drove him to an empty place where his murderer-sister and whoever else was waiting.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"This area is only used by gangs now. Police doesn't dare to enter, even at daylight where hardly anybody is here," Jeffrey explained with his slimy voice and let him inside of the empty factory.

It was a long hall with all kinds of stuff on the floor and the walls, but he spotted three persons at the other end. They went straight toward them and he recognized Casey, an unknown man with a submachine gun and his all-beloved sister. She was talking to the fifty-year old man who was having his hand on her ass.

She turned around when Alex and Jeff arrived. "Alex," she smiled.

"Don't pretend to be so surprised. I did as you expected, now what you gonna do?" he asked annoyed by her hypocrisy and her pretended happiness.

He knew exactly that she was even a more psychologically destroyed wrack than he was. Her smile vanished immediately and he noticed the knife at her belt. He wondered if she had anything but black clothes which made her skin look even paler and more slender.

"I had really hoped you'd kill one of your ex-bosses," Casey mentioned. He also had a lack of facial expression, a by-the-book soldier however. "She knew better," he added.

"I'm disappointed in you, Alex," she whispered.

"What you gonna do?"

"You feel too self-confident, Alex," she sighed and all he remembered after that was the smell of chloroform.


Alex woke up due to the coldness he felt. He opened his eyes but his vision stayed black. He felt around and realized that he must be lying on a stone floor. Suddenly, a close light went on and he recognized the same empty factory hall like before.

He shrieked when he saw two dead bodies next to him: Jeffrey and the unknown man. A shadow moved nearer.

"You killed Jeffrey? Why?" he asked in surprise.

"Casey couldn't use him anymore," she answered.

"You always kill your men after sex when they're useless for you?"

"I kill them during sex," she sighed and cowered down in front of him.

"That's more information than I wanted."

She didn't react to that but stared at him. Her hand touched his cheek and he didn't back up because he had no idea where she was going with this.

"Alex…you're such a good boy. But Scorpia was right, you cannot be turned into a badass. It's something you need to be born with. Our father gave us the strength and the believe. But your mother gave you weakness and care instead, my mother just told me to hate, to fuck for returns and how to kill.

I'm sorry but that's me and in this life, I won't change anything. It's too late for that. Too late for both of us…We'll meet soon again. In the afterlife, although I'll go straight down to hell."

"You…you wanna kill me?" he asked in disbelief.

She nodded silently. "It is me. I'm cruel, I'm a badass, I'm your sister."

"Half-sister."

She laughed shortly but then, before he could realize what had happened, he felt a warmth filling his neck. He looked down on the bloody knife in her hand. The warmth was running down his neck and his chest. Tears were coming out of his eyes.

"No…why?" he asked. Why had it already have to be over?

Over forever, he thought.

Tommy, Sabina, Jack, Ian, John, everybody.

They were gone.

He was gone.

But he caused something, that one he knew.

He made the world a little bit better. Just a little bit.

And that was what gave him hope. That was what could make him die with a smile on his face.

I've put really much effort in that story and I'd really be happy to see some reviews, thoughts or comments.